Bassfront Riviera

Cold tide, grey sky,

hear that call

Flippers slap when the bassline falls

Out on the rocks with a shine in his eye

Big little boss when the moon gets high Slide through the water,

no need to steer

Whole crew barking when the drop gets near (woof woof)

Make room, make room,

let the low end roll Seal in the spotlight with a heavyweight

soul

Seal squad, deep down,

bass so real

Rattle the harbour, make the whole pier feel

Seal squad, bounce round,

wave on wave

Jump-up jaws and a flipper rave

Black nose twitch when the siren sings Chrome on the whiskers,

salt on the fins No fancy car,

just a slick wet glide

808 thunder on the seaside tide

One bark for the left,

two barks for the right

(bark bark)

Dive under darkness, surface in light

Seal squad, deep down,

bass so real

Rattle the harbour, make the whole pier feel Seal squad,

bounce round, wave on wave

Jump-up jaws and a flipper rave

Cold tide, grey sky,

hear that call

Bass drops hard and the seals stand tall